Streamline.

When George and Robert Stephenson
Were laying mile on mile
Of unexpected railway track
Across our lovely isle,
Their chief concern in those far days
Was “will the darned thing go”;
They didn't worry much for shape
While trains ran to and fro.
To-day, with schedules hotted up
And C.M.E.'s at rest,
The Great God Streamline holds domain
And governs with a zest.
“Less Air Resistance” is his creed;
“Delete all jultings out;
Fit roller bearings; rolling stock
Must taper to a snout.”
The craze runs rife throughout the land,
Remoulding engine, car,
And even fashions (streamlined ties
Are very la-di-da).
Who knows—perhaps this book of ours,
Infected by the germ.
Will cast all precedent aside
Arid emulate the worm.